This is a song about "Left"

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

Life has put her to the test

Take the exit, the nearest left

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Promises that had us left assured

Half your body laying on my chest

Take away what ever's left

She knows you masturbate left handed

Or let the mob handle that

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin